Further advice from a friend

I walked out of my office and out to my car. I drove around aimlessly for about an hour and ended up at my local coffee shop. I sat down at my usual booth and stared out the window. I didn't even notice Sally sitting down on the other side of the table.

"Hey how are you? You look like you've lost your best friend. What's up?" Sally asked.

I looked at her and smiled a weak smile. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you." I said. "I just need to think for a while."

"Well you can see I'm not busy tell me." She said. "Does this have anything to do with the other day?"

"Sally I'd love to tell you but I can't. It's nothing I can share." I answered."

"Look, you can't say anything I haven't heard before. So spill it. I sat here and listened to you talk about your ex, your job and your relatives. So tell me." Sally said and looked me in the eyes.

"I think it's safe to say you haven't heard this before." I said and blushed.

"Wow blushing, this must be bad. Come on we've shared everything."

I looked at her and knew I had to tell someone, and she had always been there for the last year. I took a deep breath and blurted out. "I have a ****."

Sally looked at me like I was crazy. Her eyes went wide, and then she started to laugh. "Okay enough funny stuff, now tell me the truth."

I laughed with her but then I started to explain about last week when I was at the conference. I told her about what happened at the bar, my hotel room, and finally about Carrie's mistress dumping her in my lap. By the time I stopped and looked at her, she just sat there with a blank look on her face.

"So you're telling me you have a woman ****, in your apartment, right now?" She asked.

"Yes, and I don't know what to do about it." I answered.

"Fuck I guess I was wrong, I hadn't heard everything. What are you going to do?" Sally asked her face concentrating on my answer.

"Well I don't know." I said and proceeded to explain the last couple days. I told her about the rules I set up, and Margaret barging in and me "punishing her by fucking her and what had happened afterwards. When I stopped I shrugged my shoulders and asked. "Do you have any ideas?"

Sally looked at me for a long time before she spoke. I don't see you as a dominant or Master. Do you have any idea of what that means?"

"Well yeah sort of. I've never told anyone this but I write erotic stories. I have posted dozens of stories online about **** sex, BDSM relationships, and slavery stories. So yeah I have some idea." I answered.

"Really, where do you post?" She asked.

"I post to Literotica. But writing about it and actually living it is a lot different. I'm in over my head and Carrie is..." I tried to find the perfect word to describe her.

"Mark, I know that site and I've read a lot of the stories. What have you posted?"

I told her what I had posted and she gasped. I stopped and blushed. "You've read my stories?"

"Yeah I have, but I would never have guessed it was you who wrote them. I love your work, I think of it as a guilty pleasure, but I just can't believe it was you who wrote those stories." She said and blushed.

"Look, I never expected to have a real life ****, but she has been so abused I just can't abandon her. I don't think turning her over to social services is what she needs. Plus I grown attached to her. But she is so broken I don't know what to do."

Sally sat back in her chair and looked at me for a minute, but before she could say something, a customer walked in the door. "I'll be right back, don't you dare go anywhere." She barked and walked behind the counter.

I sat there not looking at anything. So much was going through my head, at that moment. I had just revealed my darkest secrets and sat the totally exposed. But I didn't move. I needed someone to talk to and I trusted Sally.

It must have been fifteen minutes before she returned and sat down. She looked at me for a few minutes before she spoke again. "You need to make a decision, and you need to make it soon. You need to decide are you in this for the long haul, or do you cut bait. Until you make that decision you can't do anything else. If you decide to keep her, it's going to change both yours and her lives. You can't just walk away in a week, a month, or even a year. This is a long term commitment. It's a lifetime commitment. So what do you want?" She asked and looked at me.

I sat there looking at her and spoke in just over a whisper. "I just can't turn her away. I've seen flashes of the real Carrie, and I want to see more. I just don't know how to undo all the damage. When I see her smile, or her face light up, or see the joy when I surprise her it gives me a feeling I've never felt before. I just can't give her away and walk. I guess I want to keep her." I said and realized I was talking about a human being like it was a piece of property.

"I know that sounds bad, I don't own her. She's not a thing but a person, but if you're around her for any length of time, I don't think she realizes she is a person anymore." I finished.

"If what you say is true, then she isn't a person any longer. She only knows to submit to her owner. I imagine she is scared out of her mind. Your rules only fed that fear. You need to take control, and slowly teach her how to be a woman again. Even then she may never completely recover. Do you know where to begin?" Sally asked.

"I have no fucking idea." I honestly answered.

Sally proceeded to drill me about Carrie. She asked all about her past, and how she acted. She wanted to know every detail about what had happened since I brought her home. I was so relieved to be able to open up to someone I talked and talked. I told her about the blowjob, me buying her a bed and clothes, her fixing me breakfast and how she told me about never being let out alone. By the time I finished I had been talking for almost two hours.

Sally sat back and looked at me and finally said. "I need to close the shop. Take me home with you. I need to meet her."

"I don't know about that. She might freak if I bring you home. I think she might think I'm selling her." I said.

"Well that's the first test. You will need to take control. Do you think you can do that?"

"I guess, I mean I've written about it. I think I can." I stuttered.

"No that's not good enough. If you want to help her, you have to be her Master. She needs to be able to trust you, and know that you will protect her, and look out for her. Now can you do it? If you can't then tomorrow you take her to get some professional help." Sally said, her voice firm and her eyes never leaving mind.

I sat there thinking about what she said. I knew she was right, but I wasn't sure I could do it. I looked at her, took a breath and said, "I can do it. I want to do it. She deserves it. Close up and lets go." I said firmly.

"Good, that's exactly how you need to be, firm and strong. You need to let her know that you are strong and demand she obey. If you can do that, then maybe you might be able to help her. But don't expect it to come quickly. It's going to take time to undo her training." Sally said her face softening a bit.

I smiled and looked at her. "I talked to another author I talk to online and he said the same thing. Why is it that everyone can see this be me?"

"Because you are too close and is blinded by her." Sally said and got up. For the next half hour she buzzed around the shop, cleaning and closing. Finally she walked up to me and said, "Let's go."